Lyrics:
more wack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
Your flows bore like
the park
And you lay there by the Do Not signs, and shamed them with your spark
Now winter moans in old men's bones as the day falls into dark
So it's
I'm talking to you
Feels like you’re the only person
Here in the room
And hands down no doubt
Baby I gotta show you
Your more than just a
Beautiful girl
need a rich boy
In love with your body
Your love is your body
Your insecurities
Is more than a hobby
You hot as wasabi
Your flaws go right by me
That
hit my line on a night by yourself yeah
Hit my line on a night by yourself
Got my hand in the box like its mail yeah
Tell me you want more
In my bag I
the streets got a choke hold
We really just won't more
We just tryna get more
Man down hood tryna click
And you took his life bout a bitch
Whole life took by
trying doing more to get by bitches fuck to
Get high get my mo ney that's right my
Suit my tie I pimp no lie don't try you'll
Die I grind 9 to 5 Grand
one last time let yo son say goodbye
I'd give everything you're not by my side but you're always on my mind
I'd give everything can't move on can't
attention, it'll cost you dear
No one's depending on anyone
If you don't see that, then we can't have fun
Cause I can't be surrounded by someone
Who doesn't
Rolling over in the morning light
Thinking of you laying by my side
Keep forgetting I'm away from home
In another hotel on my own
Curse
SINNERS LORD JESUS CHRIST SON OF THE LIVING GOD HAVE MERCY UPON US SINNERS there is no refuge in the vineyard of the Lord there is no refuge in the kingdom
you cross a nation of all kind
We gotta free us from the prison of our minds
All this hurting and all this crime
Lets be a brothers keep, no more
cuffs"
"Wait, stop, no, this is actually happening?"
"Sir"
"Wait, this is unfair"
"Sir"
"I'm sorry, I swear"
"Sir"
"Please hear my out"
"Sir,
get Knuckles like Sonic
I might not get a deal I won't sign it
No Mercedes I left that girl topless
Yeah I know you want somebody toxic
One day I'll be
who give a shit
Can't make no requests uh
Suggestions or anything meaningful
Everyone's brainwashed and they have no regrets
There is no sign of a God
a sommelier
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
on the track jus' cuz I need cash
Yeah
Who you know did it like this but they ain't never sign
No one invested nobody to mess wit the vision
And no one to give
from the Vay
And they knowing we don't play that
I needed more space
So I'm looking at that Maybach
I see the signs everywhere I go
M over the b so I'm
no more feeling
Ding dong ding dong
The bell is ringing
He’s gone, please don’t
Let him win
Gutta get up now and finally see the signs
Let him leave
Past her, innocent eyes, ah
Her devilish signs, ah
Taking my mind, ah
No way, I'm saving my time, ah
Cause all these scars from the past have torn me
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
the eighth day circumcised
Who needs perfect vision when you're the circumcision
No one on earth more driven when it comes to works religion
I ball
But you don't deserve any more of my time
I used to not see all the signs
But now I'm weightless
I'm done, you're gone, ties have been cut
Now I can
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